Chapter 623

The accompanying vampires opened their fangs and roared fiercely at the Death Eaters, biting their throats at any time.

The situation is on the verge of breaking out.

But Sir Ruthven, who was in charge, was obviously not a person who acted on impulse. Although his eyes were filled with anger, he still swallowed his nerve when he looked at the condescending Voldemort and the domineering Death Eaters, and waved his hands to signal his men to stop.

Then he gritted his teeth and looked at Voldemort and said:"Mr. Voldemort, this is not the behavior of a good ally. We have provided you with 20,000 blood slaves, but you killed them yourself. Now you blame us, and you still have to deal with it." We are carrying out blackmail, how can I believe in future cooperation?"

Voldemort also signaled the Death Eaters to stop, then stepped down from his seat and said slowly:"You also said it was cooperation, but the problem is that if there is not enough blood As an army, how can we win this war? How can we cooperate?

You should have experienced the strength of Peter York. Didn't all the vampires you sent fall to him? Such a person, If we don't have sufficient preparations and combine the strengths of our two families, I'm afraid there's nothing we can do against him, let alone win."

"The problem is, all our blood slaves have been provided to you!"Rusfan gritted his teeth and said,"Where do you want us to find another 20,000 blood slaves now?"

"As long as you have enough materials, isn't it easy for you to make a blood slave? After all, in the Middle Ages, you created a mighty army of blood slaves, and it took the wizards decades to completely eliminate them. Voldemort said jokingly.

Then he looked outside and pointedly said:"The Muggles outside are as numerous as mice. They are all ready-made materials. You can catch as many as you want. I don't need to explain this specifically, right?""

Listening to Voldemort's attitude towards Muggles like chickens and sheep waiting to be slaughtered at will, even the Death Eaters couldn't help but take a deep breath in their hearts.

But after Sir Ruthfan heard this, he felt like he had burned his feet. He picked it up and shouted:"You are crazy! Do you want our vampire clan to be completely exposed? Now four or five people are missing in the Muggle world, and they are being tracked endlessly by the police. If there were so many missing people, the Muggle world might be turned upside down! Do you think Muggles are still the same lambs to be slaughtered? If they are discovered, they will destroy us like crazy! They have those devastating bombs, you......."

"Okay, Rusfan, I don't have time for your nonsense. Voldemort interrupted him impatiently and said directly:"I just want an answer. Either you will provide another 20,000 blood slaves, or you will send 5,000 blood slaves to fight with us." Otherwise, there is no need for us to continue our cooperation.

You are already enemies with Peter York, so you don’t want to be enemies with me anymore, right?"

"Five thousand vampires? This is impossible! None of our family members have so many."Sir Rusfan flatly refused,"As for the blood slaves, we still have a few thousand left there, and we can provide them to you again."

"Rusfan, you probably didn’t understand. This is not a request, but an order!"The majestic magic pressure burst out from Voldemort's body, pressing directly on Ruthfan, making him unable to move.

Sir Ruthfan's face was filled with fear at this moment. The speed advantage that vampires relied on for survival was gone at this moment. He was like A lamb waiting to be slaughtered, unable to move a finger, its life was controlled by Voldemort.

Seeing this, other vampires wanted to rescue, but they were also intimidated by Voldemort's remaining power, like a mouse seeing a cat, trembling all over, unable to move forward or retreat.

"I...We do not have so many blood slaves anymore, Mr. Voldemort," Sir Ruthven said with difficulty, but his voice changed,"But if you can capture Muggles, we can help create blood slaves, and then you can even if you want Fifty thousand or one hundred thousand blood slaves will do!"

When Voldemort heard this, he felt a little moved. He didn't care about the risk of being exposed to Muggles, otherwise he wouldn't have let the Death Eaters attack Muggles wantonly. Now that the vampires are willing to help, those Muggles who can be seen everywhere Melon is the most readily available material for making blood slaves.

Snape, who had not spoken for a long time, now spoke:"Master, although those blood slaves have a certain attack power, they are irrational things and can only be made by them." No matter how much vampire control we create, it will not improve our actual strength much. And their shortcomings are also obvious. Sunlight and ordinary flames can cause damage to them. There are too many things to restrain them. In the face of Peter York's method of controlling severe fire, they are completely ineffective."

Seeing Voldemort lost in thought, Snape continued:"Perhaps we can let the five hundred magical hybrids of the Vampire Clan join us. They have the immortal physique of the Vampire Superman, and they can also use magic. With a little training, they can join us. , that is an army far superior to Aurors, which is much more useful than those irrational blood slaves."

Ignoring Sir Ruthven's murderous gaze, Snape continued to make suggestions:"And since it is cooperation, the vampires should not continue to hide behind and reap the benefits, but fight side by side with us, so the vampires should also send out At least a thousand vampires have joined the Death Eaters."

Listening to Snape's words, Voldemort's eyes became more and more satisfied. He reached out and patted his shoulder, praising:"Well said, Severus, you are truly my most loyal servant. It seems that you can serve me well." The only one who worries is you"

"It is my honor to be able to work for the master!"Snape said respectfully and eagerly.

Synix on the other side showed an expression of envy and jealousy.

Lucius's eyes were very complicated, revealing envy and deep meaning. He lowered his head and poured out his heart. thoughts weighing on my heart

But Sir Rusfan quit, and he shouted angrily (Wang Hao)："This is impossible. Our vampire members are precious and rare. Do you want a thousand vampires to be your cannon fodder? Might as well just kill me! As for hybrids, why didn’t I know there were so many half-wizards and half-vampires in our vampire race? If you continue to ask for such outrageous prices, then we might as well terminate the cooperation!"

"Hey, what you said, Sir Ruthven, is really funny. Is it possible that we Death Eaters are no more noble than your vampires?"Snape sneered and said unceremoniously,"As for the number of five hundred hybrids, wasn't that what you personally told us, Sir Ruthven? Otherwise, could it be that the five hundred wands you asked us for are for collection?"

"I have said before, those five hundred wands are used to prepare for the future use of vampire descendants with magical powers! Our current hybrids are only three or two, and they are completely incapable of combat effectiveness."Sir Rusfan's eyes were a little panicked and he insisted...